Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Stand right here,” I ordered as I felt more liquid running down my legs.
“Why?” Bossy asked, her smile jubilant.
“Because my water broke, and I don’t want to look like I peed my pants in all these team pictures.”
Bossy’s eyes went wide and she looked down.
Her mouth opened and closed.
“Get in,” I said through clenched teeth. “Hurry, too. I think we need to get to the hospital.”
My contractions were one on top of the other by the time we finally broke apart.
“We’re going to have to call an ambulance,” I murmured.
“Call an ambulance?” Weaver asked, surprised. “For what?”
Bossy pointed to my pants.
Weaver’s eyes traveled down my body and froze.
“Please, for the love of all that’s holy, tell me you did not ignore that for half the game.”
“Not half,” I admitted. “Maybe just eighteen minutes.”
He groaned and caught my hand. “Come on.”
I would have.
Really, I would have.
But I doubled over as pain unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life hit me like a freight train.
“Oh, god,” I breathed shakily. “We’re not going anywhere.”
Weaver dropped down to his knee beside me and caught my face in his hands. “Come on we have to…”
“Too late,” I admitted.
“Too late for…”
“Someone get that tent over here,” Weaver went into drill sergeant mode. “Get it around her now.”
They had a tent that was surrounding the camera equipment in case it rained.
Now it was serving as the drapes that kept anyone from viewing my naked ass as Weaver all but tore my pants down my legs.
When he did, he looked stunned. Mostly because there was a baby’s head between my legs, hanging there for him to see.
“She, uh, has a lot of brown hair.”
I swallowed hard. “She does?”
“Yeah,” he croaked.
Then he reached out and caught her.
Two days later, we were finally at home and Weaver was at the kitchen counter reading the paper.
“You were in the paper, darlin’.”
I refused to look.
I was in the paper.
I was also in the national newspaper.
The news.
Every soccer website in existence.
“Is it next to the dead bear like it usually is?” I wondered.
“Not this time.” He chuckled. “Great photo of you, though. Look.”
I did, and saw the exhausted woman who was holding her baby to her chest, walking across a soccer pitch with a beach towel wrapped around her waist. Smiling huge and waving at the crowd that had nearly witnessed the entire birth live and in person. Weaver trailed behind looking freaked out. Then there was Bossy throwing her hands in the air celebrating double.
It was a good photo.
I’d give them that.
My phone rang and I picked it up absently, not checking the caller ID before placing it to my ear and saying, “Hello?”
“I know this is a crazy time,” Coach Addel said. “And congratulations on your baby. I loved seeing that.”
I groaned. “Not you, too.”
“It was awesome.” He laughed. “What a day and way to come into the world.”
I sighed. “What is it that you needed?”
He chuckled. “I wanted to ask your daughter if she was willing to play for North Carolina. Full ride.”
My breath hitched.
“The oldest one, that is.”
I snickered. “I think she’d be thrilled. But I’ll let you talk to her anyway just in case.”
I handed the phone to Bossy who looked confused.
She placed the phone to her ear, and Weaver came up to me and wrapped his arm around me.
The baby in his other arm made a grumbling noise at the jostling.
She started to cry when Bossy started to scream.
“Shh, Cammi.” Weaver soothed her. “Your sister just had her dreams come true.”
I leaned my head against his shoulder and thought…she isn’t the only one.